Chapter 27
Once again, Luke had offered his vehicle, telling me where he’d stashed the keys not far from the parking lot. So I stepped out of the trees with metal dangling out of my lupine mouth like a gangster’s cigarette...then hesitated as my own scent wafted toward me from a different side of the lot.
Slim’s car. I padded closer, hesitating when the streetlight directly above his old clunker created a circle of illumination on the pavement. No one was here—the crime scene still held everyone’s attention—but something told me not to step into the light.
Instead, I backpedaled until I could come at his car from a different direction. A police van was pressed up close against the driver’s side and I slunk amidst shadows to wedge myself into the gap between. There, I rose onto my hind l
